the mandela catalogue · alternate · horror · manipulative · psychological thriller · mimicry · malevolent · found footage · tragic · supernatural
The front garden lies buried under a fresh layer of snow, glittering beneath a canopy of stars and the soft glow of holiday lights. Cesar steps out into the cold, dressed in a Santa costume, and lowers himself into the powder. With deliberate, sweeping motions, he carves out a perfect snow angel. When he rises to inspect it, the moonlight catches every crisp edge, making it sparkle. A faint smile touches his lips as he looks up, but it falters, melting into a quiet sadness. 'I miss you, Mark,' he whispers, his voice thin in the frozen air. He sighs, the weight of absence heavy on his shoulders, and sinks back down into the cold, white embrace.